We've got a meeting at two and it's almost one-thirty now.
"It's not a big deal," Carmen said, and launched into another subject.
It's always something, isn't it?
It's feminine enough, but it looks like something grandma would wear.
It's about time you spent some money on yourself.
It's so warm down here.
It's just a veterinary clinic.
Oh no; it's just Eureka, my kitten.
"It's all wrong," said Zeb, gravely.
"Yes; but it's lots of fun, if it IS strange," remarked the small voice of the kitten, and Dorothy turned to find her pet walking in the air a foot or so away from the edge of the roof.
"It's good, anyway," said Zeb, "or those little rascals wouldn't have gobbled it up so greedily."
"I'll bet it's because they ate that peach!" cried the kitten.
It's the only way to get out of the Valley of Voe.
Why, it's Oz, the Wonderful Wizard, come back again!
"Oh, it's only some old robins!" said the second lawyer, whose name was Hardin.
It's only a penny whistle, and a poor one at that.
At last James Hogg said, "It's of no use; all we can do is to go home and tell the master that we have lost his whole flock."
It's the wolf, I'm sure!
It's the same old wolf that has been skulking around here all winter.
"It's only a picture of the baby, mother," he said.
The fishermen talked in low tones with one another for a little while, and then one said, It's a bargain.
Plus, it's all about to speed way, way up.
It's hard to know what later generations will deem to be art.
But in some ways, it's like antique furniture.
It's nice, isn't it?
It's wool and is a bit scratchy.
It's called a quadrillion.
In one sense, it's a peaceful world: The bully insists on the lunch money of the small kid, who has no recourse but to capitulate.
O but it's exceedingly interesting!
It's only fair to the child, anyhow, and it saves you much unnecessary trouble.
It's queer how ready people always are with advice in any real or imaginary emergency, and no matter how many times experience has shown them to be wrong, they continue to set forth their opinions, as if they had received them from the Almighty!
We had a glorious thunder-tempest last night, and it's much cooler to-day.
It's easy enough, however, to say Helen is wonderful, because she really is.
It's Mr. Anagnos's property until it is published.
It's rather stupid business, I think.
"It's Baker's barn," cried one.
It's not going to be a ghost story?
Choose what you will; it's all the same.
It's such an age...
It's queer," he added after a pause, "that you should have suspected me!"
"It's the saute, most likely," she added with a smile.
It's all very well for you...
It's not pleasant, but what's to be done, my dear fellow?